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I did what I did best, I ran

C.B- Soulmate AU

So in this universe, everyone has two different colored eyes. One is their original eye color and the other is their soulmate's. When you first lock eyes with your soulmate they turn back into their original color.

It was a rainy day in the middle of fall. My eyes were struggling to keep open as I walked the gray streets of Los Angeles waiting for my school to pop up in view.

The day started like any other. When I arrived I sat next to my group of friends and we talked about simple things that happened to us this weekend. I looked at Ashley who was looking as bright as a sunflower. Maybe it was the new highlighter she used or the almond creme latte was doing her wonders. We were best friends since kindergarten. We were also the only ones without soulmates in the group.

Serena, she was like any other high school girl. She was into cheerleading, and maybe on some occasions, you would catch her with her soulmate Brad, making out on a locker. But mostly she was subtle, liked talking about exterior decorating and gardening. She was also caring and positive most of the time. Her platinum blonde hair and brown eyes were quite hard to miss in a crowd so she was the "nice popular girl".

My other friend Veronica... Well, she found her soulmate too. It was this quiet emo kid named Luke but no one really knew him. She loved talking about him however, he seemed like a nice person just shy and anxious I guess. Her personality was a little edgy, she talked back to teachers, dressed against the dress code so many times no one bothers her anymore... She met Luke just 2 weeks ago. Before her eyes were a chocolate brown and baby blue. Now her black hair mostly covers her blue eyes but she likes her voice being heard.

And then there is me... I haven't met my soulmate yet, and it surprises me how many people are upset because of that. I mean, you found your soulmate? That's great bro! Oh, you haven't yet? You still have the rest of your life to do so. I think it's flat-out stupid to go "soulmate-hunting" at 19 when there are so many great opportunities you'll be missing out on! Anyways! My (h/c) hair are always situated on the top of my head in a tight bun so basically, my eyes are always on display. One of them being (e/c) and the other being baby blue. I always liked sports. Basketball, swimming, athletics... If it had something to do with sports you can count me right in! I have a sportsman scholarship so I live by myself in an apartment not too far away. Which leads to me making my own decisions and... Walking to school. Until I pass my drivers test that is.

Today my stomach was erupting in thousands of butterflies while I was spinning a silver ring on my middle finger. The bell echoed from the inside of the school so I dropped my sports bag on the floor followed by my school backpack and me. I grabbed them both and headed inside Ashley coming up right behind me. I entered the code to my locker and stuffed my bag inside. When I slammed the locker shut it didn't want to lock again. So there I was making a fool of myself while slamming a locker with my fist.

My knuckles hurt but the bell rang and the thing still wasn't locking. When it finally did, however, my knuckles were bleeding and my fists were still balling with rage. I walked to the bathrooms to clean myself up. After stopping the bleeding and wiping the blood off I walked out. I took a look at my knuckles, they were all varieties of colors from blood red to dark blue. The soreness didn't hit me yet and I was thankful for that.

Just one hallway before my class a hand tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see a blonde boy scratching his neck and looking at the ground. "Hi, I'm Corbyn and me..."

The second we locked eyes his slowly turned back to baby blue while mine slipped back to (e/c). His mouth gaped open while I was just staring in shock.

"I'm Y/N." I managed to breathe out. "Corbyn... I guess I not only got a new school but also found my soulmate." He laughed at the end. I laughed with him but I was so caught up in the moment I just grabbed his hand and ran out.

We ran to this small coffee shop a little away from the school. We decided to ditch for the day and just talk. We laughed and learned so much about eachother. At the end of the day, we both drank two large hazelnut cappuccinos. As the waiter approached our table I was slowly taking my wallet out but Corbyn was too sly for me to even notice he pulled out a 20$ bill and told the waiter to keep the change. I gave him a 'seriously' look but he just smiles back at me. "We should head back to the school so your friends don't call the police." He laughs. I agree and in no time we're headed back to our school. I swear I don't know how but we ended up holding hands somewhere on the way.

The minute we walked into Ashley was running toward me but suddenly came to a halt. She just stared at me with this confused stare and I smiled at her. "Who are you, when did this happen, how did this happen, I'm telling your mother." She said in one breath.

Ashley and my new friend Jonah ended up really hitting it off and going to get coffee together. But for me? I just texted my mom I'm hanging out with my soulmate and muted my phone to annoy the shit out of her.

7 years later

I was panicking outside my bathroom. If this test comes out positive I might as well die. This isn't at all what we planned and I have my doubts about Corbyn's reaction. He could end up not being happy because of his carrier, but he could also be overwhelmed with the emotion.

I stuck my head inside the bathroom and saw two lines on both of the tests. God dammit! I wanted to punch a wall but there was nothing I could do the only thing I have to do now is tell Corbyn. I wanted to scream but I didn’t so the frustration came out as a few salty tears. My voice croaked even though I had nothing to say, my bare legs shivered against the cold bathroom tiles. Today wasn’t the best day to wear thin beach pants but I didn’t care. I didn’t even feel my legs the only thing I felt was my burning eyes. I didn’t feel like standing up and calling or texting Corbyn even though I knew I should’ve. In reality, what I did next would and will be frowned upon by so many people but in my head, I had no other choice. No other chance even. So I did what I did best, I ran upstairs to our bedroom and slid my old suitcase from under the bed. I started throwing things in without a second thought, my mind was racing as I threw in my clothing pieces. When I was done I knew I wasn’t supposed to do this but I did, I wrote Corbyn a letter letting him know what has happened. I told him not to search for me but I knew that he would. Not only was I robbing myself of love but I did the same to him, to be honest after what happened he would’ve given it all away anyways. I did what I did best, I ran.

I grabbed my suitcase and threw it in the back of my car. I quickly ran back inside to situate the letter on Corbyn’s pillow and grab the tests which I then threw in a garbage can 2 blocks away. Salty tears never left my eyes as I was driving to the familiar facility I knew as the airport. I gave my friend Serena a call letting her know what happened. Without a second thought, she let me stay with her and her fiance Brad. Brad was okay with it also, after high school he just kind of joined our group. And so as fast as you could say “baby” I was napping in an airport chair clutching a ticket to Florida in my left hand.

1 year and 5 months later

Y/N’s POV

I never thought I would be going back, but after 1 and a half year, he probably doesn’t even remember me anymore. He probably either found a girl without a soulmate that he loves now or maybe just a girl that gave up on hers. Either way he is definitely not waiting for me anymore.

Right now I was again on a plane to Los Angeles. Why? You may ask, Well after I bought myself an apartment in Florida and gave birth to my beautiful babies Y/D/N and Y/S/N I got back in shape. I started leaving my children at Serena and Brad’s place so they could practice parenting while I went to some local magazine shoots. And soon enough a bigger company noticed me. They immediately offered me the Los Angeles thing but I politely declined to which they placed me in New York for a year. But, after constant convincing of my manager, I finally decided to give Los Angeles a try. I mean come on, it’s been 1 year and a half. My children are almost a year old now, there is no way he is still waiting for me. I lifted Y/D/N and Y/S/N up in my arms and walked out of the plane. I walked over to the bags, where I took out the stroller and carefully placed them inside Y/S/N waking up slightly when I covered him with his blanket. I pulled mine and their suitcase behind while pushing the stroller with one hand. If you are asking yes I did order an Uber. The woman was very nice and actually helped me put the suitcases in the car. I didn’t have baby seats so the twins just kind of sat on my lap while I tried balancing them on my lap. She delivered us to my new house and helped me with the luggage again. I was honestly so thankful for her I gave her a tip of almost 50 dollars after she left.

The house was in a very rich neighborhood if it would be me who was buying a house this wouldn’t be the location but the agency got me this house so what can I expect? It was all already furnished so I took the babies upstairs to their room. I put them in their cribs which they gladly fell asleep again. After having a little trouble with Y/S/N I rocked him back to sleep. I left the room and started unpacking.

My agency soon called telling me they need me on set tomorrow. I wanted to tell them I had no babysitter but I knew they wouldn’t care. If Vogue needed a cover tomorrow they needed it TOMORROW. It left me thinking on the couch, who could I call to babysit the children? My mom? I know I left her a year ago so she wouldn’t make me go back to Corbyn but she was my best shot right now. I dialed the all to familiar number and waited for my mom to answer. “Hello?” my mom's voice echoed through the other side. “Hey mom...” my voice shook. “Y/N WHERE ARE YOU? I MISSED YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE DID!” “Okay, mom I need your help. Come to the address I’ll text you and tell NOONE.” “Sure honey, I’ll be right there.”

A shot of adrenaline pumped through my veins. I was about to see a person I loved dearly and left. I guess I lost track of time because the doorbell rang and shook me out of my thoughts.

I opened the door as two arms threw themselves around my neck while a familiar scent filled my nose. I hugged her back and felt my shoulder get wet from the salty substance I now knew too well. I looked her in the face smile never leaving her features. “Why did you leave?” she asked a frown forming. “I’ll show you,” I said and pointed upstairs where she followed me.

I pointed at the sleeping babies my heart melting when I looked at them. “YOU FOUND ANOTHER MAN?!” My mom yelled with no mercy. “No mom whose do you think they are?!” I glared at her before making sure they didn’t wake up. “Are they Corbyn’s?” She now asked gently. “No shit Sherlock.” I dramatically rolled my eyes. “You know he wouldn’t have left you.” She retorded scolding me a bit. “I don’t and you don’t either.” I looked back at her a look of unknown fury in my eyes. She sighed and closed her eyes. “Alright, why did you decide to contact me.” “I-I wondered if you had time tomorrow.” I blinked. “What are you suggesting.” She gave me a playful look. “I need someone to watch them,” I said and pointed at the nursery. “I’d love to.” my mom smiled. I smiled back and led her to the couch. “Look, mom, I don’t want to play bossy right now but I do have some rules.” “Hit me,”

Don’t tell anyone where you’re going.

EVEN if they try to persuade you with cookies you must decline.

If you think about telling anyone I’m moving back to where I was and none of you are seeing me again.

“Gotcha... Do you have any special food for the babies? Do they have any allergies?” She asked. “Y/S/N can only drink almond milk otherwise no. I’m going to the grocery store tonight so you’ll have the supplies ready.” I smiled. “Okay-” In that second her phone rang. She clicked on the icon of the message app and gave me an apologetic look after reading the message. “Sweetie, I have to go just call me tomorrow and I’ll be right here.” “Of course mom,” I gave her a hug before she left the house.

/Time skip to the evening because that’s when the interesting stuff happens/

I woke up my twins dressing them both in warmer clothing before sitting them down on the couch. I ran to the car where I positioned their seats correctly before sitting in the driver’s seat myself and driving off to the closest 24/7 Walmart. When I arrived I parked the car and sat the twins in the shopping cart. As I paced the baby related aisles I noticed a familiar head of brown hair but shrugged it off as another one of Los Angles residents... That’s until I heard the voice. “Zach give the watermelon back it’s mine!” “Try me, Seavey!” I froze dead in my tracks. What do I do?! Where do I hide?! The heavy footsteps are nearing every aisle they pace so I ran. I paced with my children in the cart. The footsteps didn’t stop but neither did I. And without looking back I almost hit someone. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I-” I didn’t get to finish when I looked up and saw the very familiar face of Jonah Marais which I called JoJo a long time ago. He was in shock and so was I, but I moved quicker I pulled the kids out of the cart and ran to the exit.

3rd person POV

The cart full of diapers and baby food was left in front of Jonah who was still looking at the running girl with wide eyes before finally moving. “OMG, Y/N WAIT!!!” he yelled before running after her. His friend’s yells and the familiar name caught the attention of the other guys especially the one with blonde hair. He immediately sprinted out of the aisle his curly haired friend behind him, and so they caught the final glimpse of the distressed young mother before she ran out of the store. Jonah wasn’t on her heels he was pretty far away, trying to get away from the slow grandmothers that were chatting with the cashier. He got to the parking lot the moment Y/N jumped into the driver’s seat and drove off. Jonah and all of the others felt confused, happy and kind of betrayed but Corbyn also felt broken hearted.

So with that being said he dropped the loaf of bread he was carrying and pulled his phone out of his pocket. The contact read “Mrs. Y/L/N” and Corbyn tapped that call button before one of them could take another breath. The slow rings drove every single one of them closer to freaking out and fleeing the scene but then her mother finally picked up.

“Yes how may I help you.” She answered even though she already knew the reason he was calling. “Since when is Y/N in LA?” He asked sternly, he knew Y/N told her mom and to make matters worse her response was “What do you mean?” with a slightly shaky voice no one but him heard. “I know she’s here, I saw her now please tell me where and how Mrs. Y/L/N!” He almost screamed, his heart was aching were they just going insane? Insane about the thought of their best friend and HIS soulmate leaving them? Did that girl run because a tall guy was following and screaming after her even though Jonah swore she looked identical to Y/n? “She is in LA but I have to go Corbyn I can’t tell you where.” The mother swore to keep the promise she gave her daughter and one boy isn’t going to break it. “No Mrs.Y/L/N you don’t understand! I- We missed her! It’s been almost 2 years I promise I wont do anything and you know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt your daughter! I swore I’d never do that when I gave her that promise ring... I wanted to replace that promise ring with a goddamn wedding ring that same day she disappeared!” Tears were prickling his eyes as he recalled the memory. Her mother loudly sighed into the phone. The decision was hard, she either gave him his address which she knew would be better for the both of them, or she kept the promise and kept her girl happy. But was she happy? In that moment her mother realised that No. She wasn’t happy. She was just telling herself it’s better this way but it wasn’t! So she gave in. “Listen carefully, I’m doing this because I trust you. You can find her on 2345 Made Up Road Name. Don’t mess this up.” Her voice was stern but soft on the inside she really thought Corbyn can fix her daughter again, after all she had their kids. “You won’t be disappointed.” Corbyn’s mouth spread into a smile before canceling the call and putting the address in the GPS app immediately.

The left the carts in the store and ran to their car. Jonah was driving while Corbyn was in the passenger seat. The excitement made the air feel thicker than cement. They were all opening their mouths to say something but nothing came out. Except Corbyn he was jumping up and down. He was about to see her again. A normal human being would’ve stopped searching for her after 6 months. But he never did. Even though all of his friends told him to stop and that it’s useless he didn’t. Once a fan claimed to see her in Canada and he flew there the next day disregarding the show they had that day.

Their car finally parked in front of Y/N’s new house. They were all just staring from the outside not knowing what to do. The white mansion was the only thing in their focus even though they knew what they were here to do. Corbyn was the first to actually walk towards the house itself. Placing his hand on the doorknob he expected it to be locked but instead loosely stumbled inside of the house. At first it seemed empty, like no one was there anymore. From the precisely cleaned kitchen to the perfectly made couch it was all un-touched. An eerie silence was filling the house until a child’s cry came from upstairs followed by light footsteps. It was Corbyn’s cue to move his feet upstairs the other guys following behind reluctantly their minds swarmed with thoughts like: “What if this isn’t her house and her mother was shielding her?” But Corbyn didn’t have those thoughts instead he had a magnetic force that was pulling him up those stairs, a familiar tingle in his chest area followed. He knew she was there he felt it.

The one room that the lights were on in had silent lullabies echoing through it. And Corbyn knew that was her voice, it didn’t change. The creak in the door had a small ray of light coming through it. Corbyn slipped the door open revealing his soulmate comforting a baby. Her back was turned to them but her h/c hair was shining just the same as it did when they parted. Her figure was rocking back and forth while whispering soft things in the infants ear. In the meantime the other four gathered behind Corbyn taking in their best friend that disappeared more than a year ago. Corbyn shooed them away so he could talk to her like he wanted to. Why did she disappear? Did she really think he would reject his child? Head filled with thoughts similar to the ones listed before he stepped into the room, door making a high creaking sound while he walked towards her. Feet before their presences actually meet she abruptly turned around her e/c eyes glossed over with a look of terror within them. But she had nowhere to run now. The man she succeeded to avoid for all this time was in front of her. She placed the child back inside and turning around. Corbyn found her gaze and they never broke it. Probably they were just there staring at each other for minutes, until Y/N finally broke down. She let the tears she was holding in for so long fall and Corbyn didn’t hesitate to embrace her. He didn’t care if his shirt was getting wet and he didn’t care if he felt a tingle of betrayal in his heart. He was here now and he wasn’t turning back around and leaving. He probably didn’t even notice he was also crying until his voice croaked as he tried to speak. “Why did you leave?” “Because...” She finally tore away from his grip taking him by surprise. “You wouldn’t want me, you wouldn’t want us.” She sternly said standing her ground. “I would! You know I would take you and the baby in! If you needed I’d even quit the band!” He said tears were streaming down his face just like hers. “You see! I didn’t want you to! I didn’t want to distract you from your career!” “But you should’ve! I wanted to be there for when we got to know the gender of our child, I wanted to be there when you gave birth to him, to support you! And I wanted to be there when we were naming them!” Y/N felt a pang of guilt hit her chest. But she didn’t feel like she did anything drastically wrong. “Children. Corbyn.” She said softly. “What do you me-” He started but before he could finish he noticed the second baby bed in the left corner of the room. He jaw hung open and after awhile his lips spread into a smile again. “I’m sorry...” She started “I was wrong but... If it means anything they still have your lastname.” She smiled at the memory how she scolded the mean nurse that tried giving them her lastname just because their father wasn’t there. She was the worst and luckily wasn’t taken into the actual birth but her care for un-forgivably horrid.

He walked towards the bed taking in his son. Tears again prickled their eyes but this time it was happy tears. He had the exact same shade of brown hair as him and made Corbyn the happiest man that moment. “This might sound stupid but... I want to be a part of their life Y/N. And I want to be a part of yours.” She smiled at him “ Sure.” was her response. And in the next few seconds they were sharing a kiss. The sensation they were both missing for awhile now.

And from the door a few cheers were heard. Y/N imediatelly knew who it was.

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